"I'll marry you when I grow up." The little Prince chimes as he steadies himself to walk on top of an old abandoned log.

"You can't. A Prince should marry a Princess, and I'm not a Princess so you can't marry me."She says before resuming back to the coloring book in front of her.

With a grunt he hops off the wood. "My mom said I can do whatever I want when im King. And I want to marry you. Simple as that."